-As long as I can wipe that fucking smile off Alastor's face... I don't care what happens. Vox was crying when he said it. Later, when Alastor found his body among the remains of the battle, the irony struck him as delicious: Vox had lost his head long before anyone tore it off~ And when only his body remained -warm, mutilated, and silent- Alastor should not have picked it up. Much less taken it with him. But Alastor has never been good at resisting things that bleed. Nor things that, at last, can no longer contradict him. ----------- EROTIC ONE-SHOT, EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT +18, GORE, AND DISTURBING CONTENT. -----------